Chapter 492: Retreat?
Night Blade's dagger flashed as he charged at Lin Feng again. This new offensive was even more ferocious than the last.
Night Blade constantly shifted his position in mid-air, a cold glint appearing with each movement. His Body Technique had reached its apex, allowing him to flicker through the air.
Lin Feng did his best to block the torrent of cold glints, but he was still forced back step by step.
BANG!
Their feet slammed into the earth, leaving two deep craters, before they launched themselves back into the air to continue their struggle.
BOOM!
The two figures crisscrossed in the air like flashes of lightning. Both Lin Feng and Night Blade had unleashed their full power. They were so evenly matched that, at such close quarters, neither could gain the upper hand.
At that moment, Lin Feng's gaze grew sharper. 'I have to seize an opportunity,' he thought. 'If I don't take this chance, killing Night Blade will be impossible.'
SWOOSH!
A brilliant white light tore through the air, shooting straight for Night Blade. A wave of danger washed over him, and he instinctively dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow.
WHOOSH!
The moment he dodged, however, another cold glint—a strike from Lin Feng—shot toward his throat.
BANG!
At that moment, Lin Feng's left leg swung up in a high arc and slammed into Night Blade's abdomen, sending him flying.
Lin Feng used the force of the kick to launch himself backward, creating distance between himself and Night Blade so he could wait for another opening.
Night Blade landed steadily, but his body swayed. Trickles of fresh blood dripped to the ground. He wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his face grim.
"You're strong, but you're still a long way from my level. Now, I'm getting serious."
As Night Blade spoke, a black light flared around him, and his speed suddenly multiplied. A bone-chilling killing intent erupted in an instant.
His speed reached an astonishing level, so fast that the clothes on his back shredded apart.
His power surged by thirty percent, bringing him infinitely close to the level of a Grandmaster. But he was also more frenzied than before, because Lin Feng had truly enraged him.
Seeing this, Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. 'He's done playing around,' he realized as Night Blade's power surged. He channeled what was left of his depleted Inner Strength into his short sword.
SWISH!
Night Blade's figure blurred into a black streak as he shot toward Lin Feng.
Unleashing his ferocious speed, Night Blade thrust his dagger straight for Lin Feng's throat. This time, Lin Feng's brows furrowed. He could smell death in the air.
'Is this all it takes to kill me? Not even close!'
But Lin Feng's eyes were filled with resolve. His jet-black pupils constricted as he viciously slashed his short sword at the black dagger!
BANG!
With a bone-chilling CRACK, Lin Feng was knocked back several steps. This time, the two were evenly matched.
Night Blade, however, was far from unscathed. The immense force of the impact had torn open the web of his hand, and he nearly lost his grip on the chilling dagger.
He glanced at his blood-stained dagger, inwardly appalled. Lin Feng's last attack had made both his hands go numb.
Lin Feng didn't give him any more time to think, leaping to the side. Night Blade's speed was simply too great. Even with his own sharp reflexes and accurate predictions, he couldn't keep up with everything under such immense pressure.
'I can't afford to waste time,' he thought. 'I don't have many chances left. I have to finish this in one strike. If I delay for even a moment, the outcome could be very different.'
SCHLICK!
The Cold Star Sword drew a spray of blood once more. Lin Feng's figure appeared at Night Blade's flank, his fist blasting toward him. This time, Night Blade didn't dodge.
Lin Feng's fist struck Night Blade's shoulder. The man's body shuddered, but he immediately lunged at Lin Feng in return.
Lin Feng's fist struck Night Blade again, but it didn't knock him down. Just as the punch landed on his shoulder, Night Blade's right arm shot out and clamped down on Lin Feng's fist.
A vicious glint flared in Night Blade's eyes. He knew full well the power behind Lin Feng's punch.
But right now, he didn't fear the pain. His goal was simple: seize this opportunity and cripple Lin Feng.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sound of fists and feet colliding rang out nonstop. Every one of Lin Feng's punches was infused with formidable Inner Strength, but Night Blade simply endured them head-on, relying on his physical resilience.
Though each of Lin Feng's punches created a howling gale, Night Blade still refused to dodge or evade.
He just swung his dagger with extreme speed, blocking Lin Feng's attacks time and time again.
Lin Feng was now clearly struggling, panting for breath, but a sharp glint still shone in his eyes.
'This is the effect I was hoping for,' he thought. 'What I need to do now is drain Night Blade's stamina. It's the only way I have a hope of defeating him. Otherwise, I doubt I'll be able to win today.'
"Hah!"
With a loud shout, Lin Feng flicked his short sword. A silver light flared from the blade as he controlled it to stab viciously at Night Blade's heart.
CLANG!
But in the nick of time, Night Blade raised his dagger in front of his heart, blocking Lin Feng's short sword.
But the force behind Lin Feng's strike traveled through the blades. This time, Night Blade's body staggered, and he took two steps back.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Feng pressed his advantage, sweeping his short sword directly at Night Blade's neck. But Night Blade was a veteran of a hundred battles, and in that split second, he shielded his neck with his arm.
SLASH!
The sharp blade instantly gashed Night Blade's arm. A look of deep dread flashed in his eyes.
He never imagined that a single moment of carelessness would be enough for Lin Feng to seize an opportunity and injure him so badly!
"Damn you, kid!"
A thick killing intent flashed in his eyes. Ignoring the pain in his arm, Night Blade charged at Lin Feng once more!
CLANG!
The two blades clashed in mid-air, scattering sparks. But Night Blade was gradually losing ground. Lin Feng had seized the initiative, and his attacks were growing fiercer.
Lin Feng executed a horizontal sweep, the edge of his short sword glinting coldly. Not to be outdone, Night Blade chopped straight for Lin Feng's chest with his own short blade.
CLANG!
Without a moment's hesitation, Lin Feng parried Night Blade's short blade, and the immense force of the blow sent the weapon flying from his grip.